His Name Was Arthur

When Henry Tudor claimed the English throne on the battlefield, he obtained a broken country, one weakened by thirty years of civil unrest, and in need of peace to regain its glory.

His firstborn son, Prince Arthur, was the promise of that peace made flesh, and he would be carefully shaped into the perfect heir to continue his father's dynasty. From the moment he first drew breath, Arthur Tudor carried the weight of a kingdom on his shoulders.

But behind the pageantry and the grandeur lay a boy who knew only seclusion. A boy raised not to live, but to fulfil a dream that was never his own.

And as the years faded into shadow, young Arthur began to wonder if there was meaning to life beyond the burden of his birthright.